Psa Žalmy, žalm Kniha žalmůKniha žalmov, žalm 77

Žalmy 77:3 v rôznych prekladoch

Čeština

BKR [77:2] Hlas můj k Bohu, když volám, hlas můj k Bohu, aby ucha naklonil ke mně.

Angličtina

KJV (66 books) +2 [77:2] In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord: my sore ran in the night, and ceased not: my soul refused to be comforted.

ASV +1 [77:2] In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord: My hand was stretched out in the night, and slacked not; My soul refused to be comforted.

BSB +1 [77:2] In the day of trouble I sought the Lord; through the night my outstretched hands did not grow weary; my soul refused to be comforted.

DRA [76:3] In the day of my trouble I sought God, with my hands lifted up to him in the night, and I was not deceived. My soul refused to be comforted:

FBV [77:2] When I was in trouble I prayed to the Lord. All night long I stretched out my hands to him in prayer but nothing brought me any comfort.

GNV [77:2] In the day of my trouble I sought ye Lord: my sore ranne and ceased not in the night: my soule refused comfort.

JPS [77:2] In the day of my trouble I seek the Lord; with my hand uplifted, mine eye streameth in the night without ceasing; my soul refuseth to be comforted.

LSV [77:2] I sought the Lord in a day of my distress, || My hand has been spread out by night, || And it does not cease, || My soul has refused to be comforted.

NASB [77:2] In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord; In the night my hand was stretched out and did not grow weary; My soul refused to be comforted. NASB 2020

NIV (US) +1 [77:2] When I was in distress, I sought the Lord; at night I stretched out untiring hands, and I would not be comforted.

NMV [77:2] In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord-Adonai [Greatest Above All Things]: my sore ran in the night, and ceased not: my soul refused to be comforted.

OJB In my yom tzoros (day of trouble) I sought Adonoi; my hand was stretched up in the lailah, and ceased not; my nefesh refused to be comforted.

T4T [77:2] Whenever have trouble, I pray to the Lord; all during the night I lift up my hands while I pray, but nothing causes me to be comforted.

WEB (US) +7 [77:2] In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord. My hand was stretched out in the night, and didn’t get tired. My soul refused to be comforted.